22 thoughts on “that which withers (may sometimes be conjured again)”

Pruning is the most thankless job – all harsh, unforgiving. Yet hopefully it will extend the life of plants, of love, of desire. A beautiful metaphor. Really like the way you handled this poem, especially the honeysuckle.

whew….the burying them in the back yard of cohabitation…as opposed to letting them sink in the mud with the steel hearts….
i am all for the new life over that which creeps….really fine progression in this joanna